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Its name was 'One Big Happy Family, Expanded Edition. It included Adrian’s parents, my parents, and every aunt, uncle, and distant relative from both sides.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

The evening was alive with laughter and the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals as Lune, Arlo, her parents, and Valerie gathered around the dinner table. They shared stories, reminiscing about old times, and celebrated the anticipation of the new life about to enter their world. Lune felt a warmth spread through her heart; this was what family was about, and for the first time in a while, she felt entirely at ease.

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."

Her voice had a trace of bitterness buried under the cool delivery. Something in my chest twisted so tightly I thought I might choke on it. Two hundred and five people, and she still looked like she’d been eating alone her whole life. The West family, or as they’re mostly called, Old West, has one of the largest family networks I’d ever heard of. Old money, old power, old grudges — a web stretching so far across the globe you could sneeze in the North and someone in the South would know about it before you found a tissue for your nose.

Theo, his heart full of anticipation and happiness, hugged Mama Hazel and Daddy Axel tightly, "I love our family adventures. Thank you for making every moment so special and memorable." As the weekend drew closer, the family's excitement reached new heights, each member eagerly counting down the days until their shared adventure. In a world filled with busyness and distractions, these moments of connection and joy as a family were the true treasures that enriched their lives and created bonds that would last a lifetime.

Rayna ordered. "Look Henry. First of all, this is a family, not a group. And we're family because we love and support each other in our lives. We care about each other, and want to know about what each of us go through and share in it. You may not know how real families work, so let me clue you in." Rayna replied.

"Every member of my family." The Shared-Sense System paused, as if the idea were new to it. Then its reply came sharp and satisfied. "Approved. Bound targets: Amber, your eldest brother Justin, your second brother Nelson, your third brother Rayden, and your fourth brother Stefan. "Activation condition: First pain event reaches 90+. Bound targets will share 30% of your pain. "Second pain event at 90+: Transfer increases to 65% percent. "Third pain event: Transfer becomes 100%.

"Emma, get everyone in the living room. I have something to say." Twenty minutes later, our whole family was in the living room, where I practiced violin and did homework and learned that family is people who never stop loving each other. Elena sat in the middle, like the head of the family, surrounded by the people she fought to keep together. Mom and Dad on the couch, Dad's arm around Mom, like people who are true partners. Uncle Lucas and Aunt Sarah in the chairs, happy after three years of marriage, like people who found the right person. Uncle Thomas near the window, at peace, having spent seven years proving people can change.

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.